There is nothing. basically. I mean it quite literally. But then how to things emerge? Here I feel a spontaneous affinity with quantum physics. The idea is that the universe is a void. But a positively charged void. And then particular things appear. When the balance of the void is disturbed. And I like this idea spontaneously very much. The fact that it’s not just nothing. Things are out there. It means something went terribly wrong. What we call creation is a cosmic imbalance. Cosmic catastrophe. That things exist by mistake. And I’m even ready to go to the end and to claim that the only way to counteract it is to assume the mistake and to go to the end. And we have a name for this. It’s called love. Is not love precisely this cosmic imbalance? I was always disgusted with this notion of “I love the world. universal love”. I don’t like the world. I’m somewhere in between “I hate the world” or “I’m indifferent towards it”. But the whole of reality. it’s just it. it’s stupid. it is out there. I don’t care about it. Love for me is an extremely violent act. love is not “I love you all”. Love means I pick out something. It’s again this structure of imbalance. Even if this something is just a small detail. A fragile individual person. I say I love you more than anything else. In this quite formal sense. love is evil.